EXPANSION
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PROSPERITY FOR ALL SEEN ASSURED
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Find German Love of Caviar a Danger to Stable Money
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EX-SERVICE MEN DEMAND JOBS
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No one knows
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No one cares if Iâm weary
Oh how soon they forgot Château-Thierry
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WE FEEL VERY FRIENDLY TOWARDS THE
TYPEWRITER USERS OF NEW YORK CITY
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JOBLESS RIOT AT AGENCY
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Ships in de oceans
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Rocks in de sea
Blond-headed woman
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Made a fool outa me
The Camera Eye (43)
throat     tightens     when     the     redstacked     steamer     churning     the faintlyheaving slatecolored swell swerves shaking in a long green-marbled curve past the red lightship
spine stiffens with the remembered chill of the offshore Atlantic
and the jag of framehouses in the west above the invisible land and spiderweb rollercoasters and the chewinggum towers of Coney and the freighters with their stacks way aft and the blur beyond Sandy Hook
and the smell of saltmarshes warmclammysweet
remembered bays silvery inlets barred with trestles
the put put before day of a gasolineboat way up the creek
raked masts of bugeyes against straight tall pines on the shell-white beach
the limeycold reek of an oysterboat in winter
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and creak of rockers on the porch of the scrollsaw cottage and uncles voices pokerface stories told sideways out of the big mouth (from Missouri who took no rubber nickels) the redskin in the buffalorobe selling snakeroot in the flare of oratorical redfire the sulphury choke and the hookandladder clanging down the redbrick street while the clinging firemen with unclesâ faces pull on their rubbercoats
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and the crunch of whitecorn muffins and coffee with cream gulped in a hurry before traintime and apartmenthouse mornings stifling with newspapers and the smooth powdery feel of new greenbacks and the whack of a copâs billy cracking a citizenâs skull and the faces blurred with newsprint of men in jail
the whine and shriek of the buzzsaw and the tipsy smell of raw lumber and straggling through slagheaps through fireweed through wasted woodlands the shantytowns the shantytowns
what good burying those years in the old graveyard by the brokendown brick church that morning in the spring when the sandy lanes were streaked with blue puddles and the air was violets and pineneedles
what good burying those hated years in the latrinestench at Brocourt under the starshells
if today the crookedfaced customsinspector with the soft tough talk the burring speech the funnypaper antics of thick hands jerking thumb
(So you brought home French books didjer?)
is my uncle
Newsreel XLVII
boy seeking future offered opportunity . . . good positions for bright . . . CHANCE FOR ADVANCEMENT . . . boy to learn . . . errand boy . . . officeboy
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YOUNG MAN WANTED
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Oh tell me how long
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Iâll have to wait
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OPPORTUNITY
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in bank that chooses its officers from the ranks, for wideawake ambitious bookkeeper . . . architectural draftsman with experience on factory and industrial buildings in brick, timber, and reinforced concrete . . . bronze fitter . . . letterer . . . patternmaker . . . carriage painter . . . first class striper and finisher . . . young man for hosiery, underwear and notion house . . . assistant in order department . . . first class penman accurate at figures . . . energetic hardworker for setting dies in power presses for metal parts
canvasser . . . flavor chemist . . . freight elevator man . . . house salesman . . . insurance man . . . insurance man . . . invoice clerk . . . jeweler . . . laborer . . . machinist . . . milling machine man . . . shipping clerk . . . shipping clerk . . . shipping clerk
Marcus Emerson, Sal Hunter, Noah Child